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 Ed Pickford © prs

Working nine to five to keep alive

I’m a wage slave all week long           

My boss Jack he’s always on my back

He’s always right and I’m always wrong

But on a Friday night it all comes right

I take off my ball and chain

In my caravan I’m a travelling man

I hit the road again.


Chorus:

I’m a weekend gypsy and I’m gonna get tipsy

On the sweet old country air

In my caravan I’m a travelling man

In the world I haven’t got any care.


I don’t cook meat by an old wood fire

I’ve got bottled gas

And my old horse is a Ford of course

And he don’t eat no grass

I’ve got a fridge, a shower, at fifty miles an hour

The country roads I see

Switch on my Motorola, drink a can of cola

And thank the Lord I’m free.


Chorus:


Nothing’s smarter than a Ford Grenada

The road and the open sky

With my headlights gleaming and my stereo screaming

I’m in touch with the earth and the sky

Then I pull on a site to camp for the night

Beneath a sky of midnight blue

And find my boss Jack parked around back

He’s a weekend gypsy too!


Chorus:

I’m a weekend and I’m gonna get tipsy

 On the sweet old country air

 In my caravan I’m a travelling man

 In the world I haven’t got any care.




Weekend Gypsy